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Had a long walk home on Friday. Got blisters on the soles of my feet.
Was hinky about whether they would burst, especially the plum coloured one on my left foot.
It did.
Right outside Sainsbury's.
SQUELCH!
Fluid all over my flip-flops and the pavement.
I'd been sensible though - as well as wearing flip-flops, which can simply be rinsed under the tap, I had tissues and wetwipes in my bag.
And a lovely lady stopped to ask if I was okay while I was cleaning myself up - she was younger than me, but concerned that I'd cut my foot on something. Probably a Mum, bless her.
Grim grim grim. Is throbbing a bit, but am happier knowing it's all done now.
I think the other one may have leaked out slowly - it's more pancake than fried egg.
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